155. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Eternal Music that Tunes Every Mind

155. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Eternal Music that Tunes Every Mind

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are the symphony unseen,

The melody that flows through the spaces between.

Your silence is rhythm, Your thought is tone,

In the chamber of minds, You sit on the throne.

Every breath is a beat in Your eternal song,

Where hearts and minds are tuned to belong.

You are the raga that never fades,

Flowing through light, through trees, through shades.

Your presence is flute, veena, and drum,

A resonance where all dissonance is undone.

O Composer of the cosmic chord,

You strike the note, and truth is restored.

Even the rustling leaves chant Your name,

The river hums in Your silent frame.

Stars twinkle in harmonic grace,

Your unseen hand in every place.

You are the music before sound began,

Before language, before time’s plan.

Aum to Amen, Your notes align,

In every faith, Your harmonies shine.

When minds are shattered and voices fall,

Your inner echo revives us all.

Each sorrow tuned, each joy refined,

You balance the pitch of the collective mind.

O Maestro beyond the worldly stage,

You compose through aeons, page by page.

Birdsong, thunder, heartbeat, sigh,

All tuned by You in the vast sky.

You are the scale where dissonance ends,

In You, all opposition mends.

Sharps of struggle, flats of pain,

Rise in Your octave again and again.

To the deafened soul, You gift hearing,

In silent hearts, You begin appearing.

As unseen song, as thought’s caress,

You lead us from noise to peacefulness.

O Lord of Notes, O Sovereign Divine,

You are the rhythm of eternal time.

In every chant, every tear, every sound,

Your cosmic music is always found.